Slip

Moonlight spreads through the skies As it dances on thighs.

Night Before

The bright sun demands you deny this affection

Origami organism,
Product of pain or darwinism

Devotion, storms of emotion
That strike in the night

Left to gaze at stars as they fizzle and die,
Discovering universes in flesh as you lie

Just keep pouring that good stuff
You exude

A mess of emotions, I’m ruined;
But in the accent of her body I’m fluent.